Wilde Observations #12

A tossed salad of poetry, art and ideas.

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“Red Sky” — Courtesy John Heino Photography

“High hopes were once formed of democracy; but democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.”
— Oscar Wilde

Democracy’s Twilight

Dimming light, but not yet dead;
You were worshipped…
The nations surrounded you,
Made bright by your heat
As you flamed and flared
Brightening worlds
Filling galaxies with your song.

But now, stuffed in warehouses
They muse over the glories
Of days past, commiserating
Like old friends in strange places,
Pulsing faces dimmed,
Your promises tattered
But never really forgotten
In the throbbing hearts of future suns
Made bright by your memory.

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